this lady
of New Orleans
a pole dancer swinging around me
clearly Da Vinci on a pole
but Pretty
she makes me dream of insanity
this art flying above me,
wanting to be happy
she
can not last
no more than the butterfly
but she stays here
happily
and i am sad to see
her
but love each second i do
i pray she never goes
and pray and pray
but she slips away
far from me
far far away
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